Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

There was no chance for a rebuttal to Sirius' retort. Instead, Gilgamesh was quickly met with a set of powerful jaws that rivaled his own. The clack of their teeth smacking together could probably be heard around the island. He dug in and braced himself against the impact. Sturdy and unmoving. Though he was slim, he wasn't weak.

In the moments when he was calculating his next move, he felt a slice of pain along the back of his ankle. A heavy paw hooked around his now open skin as he felt the tug of Sirius' grip. Instead of calling out, Gil pushes forward and continues to try and snap at Sirius' face. No matter where, he sought for purchase. Grounding himself further so his opponent couldn't topple him over. He leans in and uses all of his momentum to try and shove Sirius back enough to make him falter.